Lyrics

I crashed an F-250 right into a tree
in the pouring rain it fell down into both lanes of the street.
How's a man gonna make a living picking this guitar?
Hard to make it to a show when you can't afford a car.

Let me tell ya that's the real cowboy killers.
I don't mean my cigarettes.
It's the brushing 'em off, knocking 'em down,
hard work never earned me a crown.
Ain't nothing but money worth it's weight in gold,
I watched the Marlboro man keel over and die when I was seven years old.

Me and the boys were playing down near Somerset
we were turning 'em up playing 'em loud, really getting lit.
Till a fight broke out there in the crowd, some ole rednecks starting shit.
Then they booed us off the stage and some woman broker her hip.

Let me tell ya that's the real cowboy killers.
I don't mean my cigarettes.
It's the brushing 'em off, knocking 'em down,
hard work never earned me a crown.
Ain't nothing but money worth it's weight in gold,
I watched the Marlboro man keel over and die when I was seven years old.

I've been paying these dues longer than I been paying my rent.
But the interest rates are so damn high I ain't even put in a dent.
I either sing too sad or sing too loud, they say I can't pull in no crowd.
I keep throwing pennies in the wishing well. But all the ever say is I need someone I can sell.

'Cause these days it's all about how you look.
Don't matter how many lies it took.
Step on who you need to till you make it to the top,
spend lots of money and you guaranteed a spot.

Let me tell ya that's the real cowboy killers.
I don't mean my cigarettes.
It's the brushing 'em off, knocking 'em down,
hard work never earned me a crown.
Ain't nothing but money worth it's weight in gold,
I watched the Marlboro man keel over and die when I was seven years old.